Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.